Faith Hope and DestinyChapter 9
On a warm, balmy, and clear April 7th, with the sun beating down, I held Amelia’s hand as Betty’s casket was lowered into the ground next to Harold’s grave. Betty had “taken to bed” six days ago and quietly passed away in her sleep. Mourners drifted away from the grave as the final service ended. Amelia gripped my hand, hanging on to me. Silent, large tears dripped down her cheeks but she showed no emotion, just smoky eyes full of anguish and something else. I bent and scooped up some soil,...